Birth of a Butterfly
The Haiku master Basho described a butterfly as a flower with wings:-
The falling flower
reclimbs the branch
no, it is a butterfly!
Here's a slideshow by my friend Alaka on the birth of two butterfly species:-
Castles in the air - they are so easy to take refuge in. And so easy to build, too.
आम्हां घरी धन शब्दांचीच रत्नें | शब्दांचीच शस्त्रें यत्न करुं ||
शब्द चि आमुच्या जीवांचे जीवन | शब्दें वांटूं धन जनलोकां ||
तुका म्हणे पाहा शब्द चि हा देव | शब्द चि गौरव पूजा करुं ||
- abhang of Tukaram Wolhoba Ambile of Dehu
When I was a schoolboy and was given my own room, I established the Republic of Rumia with myself as sole inhabitant and Supreme Dictator General For Life. Rumia was where my imagination was fertilised, where my toy animals became a reserve forest, where my cars had a highway built for them, and where I was king, rebel, police, pirate...anything I wanted to be. Rumia disappeared when we moved away to a smaller house. It is for me the natural name for my blog.
There's No Freedom Like That of a Child's Imagination
கடலுக்கு உண்டு கற்பனைக்கு இல்லை கட்டுப்பாடு